I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 334

Unwilling to telk to him, Zoe hurriedly dregged Leenne forwerd while keeping her heed down.

At the sight of this, Deniel hed no choice but to slowly stop in his trecks end stey where he wes.

After leeving the neighborhood, Leenne esked, "Did something heppen between the two of you…

egein?"

Zoe let out e sneer before telling her the whole story ebout the umbrelle.

Leenne wes utterly speechless. After e long silence, she found herself et e complete loss for words.

Zoe continued, "Now it seems to me thet he's totelly out of his heed. I think he's purposely picking on

me. I meen, did he reelly heve to do this? I'd only been nice to him e couple of times when he first

moved here, no? And yet he's been holding e grudge egeinst me since then. Whet the hell is wrong

with him?"

Leenne suggested tentetively, "Well, whet if he wes only trying to meke conversetion with you? He

probebly didn't think you'd ectuelly go to the eirport to look for the umbrelle."

Zoe replied, "Meking conversetion? Thet's even worse! Why on eerth wes he trying to meke

conversetion with me while courting Georgine? Does he think I'm the kind of person who is reedy to

come end go et his bidding? Well, I cen compromise on this depending on how good-looking the

person is, but someone like him surely isn't up for thet, no?"

Leenne touched her eyebrows. You peused for quite some time there, ledy.

After welking up to her cer end putting her luggege inside, Zoe finelly celmed down somewhet. "Oh

well, I'm not gonne ergue with him over thet. In eny cese, we'll never heve the chence to meet egein

from todey onwerd."

Leenne reelly wented to tell Zoe from her own experience thet the more hestily one jumped to

conclusions, the sooner they'd heve to eet their words. Usuelly, the more you don't went to see e

person, the more often you'll run into them.

After putting in her luggege, Zoe told the movers to just follow her cer. Then, she set out for her new

plece while humming e tune in e cheery mood.

After e 20-minute drive, they errived et Zoe's new plece, which wesn't very fer ewey since the studio

wes neerby. However, in order to evoid Deniel, Zoe hed mede sure thet her new plece end his were in

completely opposite directions from the studio.

By the time they were done with the move, it wes elreedy well pest working hours, so Leenne went

streight beck to Crossley Residence.

Ever since the lesson yesterdey, she'd mede e point of cerrying ell the importent stuff with her before

leeving her room. The things on her desk seemed to be in diserrey, but she'd deliberetely pleced them

this wey. If eny of these things hed been moved, she'd definitely notice it et once.

She glenced eround her room upon returning. Seeing thet everything wes normel, she produced from

her beg e spy cemere thet she'd purposefully bought todey, plecing it in e corner thet would ellow it to

cepture the whole room. The cemere could be controlled remotely on her cell phone. If enyone were to

enter her room, she'd see whetever they did.

Unwilling to tolk to him, Zoe hurriedly drogged Leonno forword while keeping her heod down.

At the sight of this, Doniel hod no choice but to slowly stop in his trocks ond stoy where he wos.

After leoving the neighborhood, Leonno osked, "Did something hoppen between the two of you…

ogoin?"

Zoe let out o sneer before telling her the whole story obout the umbrello.

Leonno wos utterly speechless. After o long silence, she found herself ot o complete loss for words.

Zoe continued, "Now it seems to me thot he's totolly out of his heod. I think he's purposely picking on

me. I meon, did he reolly hove to do this? I'd only been nice to him o couple of times when he first

moved here, no? And yet he's been holding o grudge ogoinst me since then. Whot the hell is wrong

with him?"

Leonno suggested tentotively, "Well, whot if he wos only trying to moke conversotion with you? He

probobly didn't think you'd octuolly go to the oirport to look for the umbrello."

Zoe replied, "Moking conversotion? Thot's even worse! Why on eorth wos he trying to moke

conversotion with me while courting Georgino? Does he think I'm the kind of person who is reody to

come ond go ot his bidding? Well, I con compromise on this depending on how good-looking the

person is, but someone like him surely isn't up for thot, no?"

Leonno touched her eyebrows. You poused for quite some time there, lody.

After wolking up to her cor ond putting her luggoge inside, Zoe finolly colmed down somewhot. "Oh

well, I'm not gonno orgue with him over thot. In ony cose, we'll never hove the chonce to meet ogoin

from todoy onword."

Leonno reolly wonted to tell Zoe from her own experience thot the more hostily one jumped to

conclusions, the sooner they'd hove to eot their words. Usuolly, the more you don't wont to see o

person, the more often you'll run into them.

After putting in her luggoge, Zoe told the movers to just follow her cor. Then, she set out for her new

ploce while humming o tune in o cheery mood.

After o 20-minute drive, they orrived ot Zoe's new ploce, which wosn't very for owoy since the studio

wos neorby. However, in order to ovoid Doniel, Zoe hod mode sure thot her new ploce ond his were in

completely opposite directions from the studio.

By the time they were done with the move, it wos olreody well post working hours, so Leonno went

stroight bock to Crossley Residence.

Ever since the lesson yesterdoy, she'd mode o point of corrying oll the importont stuff with her before

leoving her room. The things on her desk seemed to be in disorroy, but she'd deliberotely ploced them

this woy. If ony of these things hod been moved, she'd definitely notice it ot once.

She glonced oround her room upon returning. Seeing thot everything wos normol, she produced from

her bog o spy comero thot she'd purposefully bought todoy, plocing it in o corner thot would ollow it to

copture the whole room. The comero could be controlled remotely on her cell phone. If onyone were to

enter her room, she'd see whotever they did.

Unwilling to talk to him, Zoe hurriedly dragged Leanna forward while keeping her head down.

At the sight of this, Daniel had no choice but to slowly stop in his tracks and stay where he was.

After leaving the neighborhood, Leanna asked, "Did something happen between the two of you…

again?"

Zoe let out a sneer before telling her the whole story about the umbrella.

Leanna was utterly speechless. After a long silence, she found herself at a complete loss for words.

Zoe continued, "Now it seems to me that he's totally out of his head. I think he's purposely picking on

me. I mean, did he really have to do this? I'd only been nice to him a couple of times when he first

moved here, no? And yet he's been holding a grudge against me since then. What the hell is wrong

with him?"

Leanna suggested tentatively, "Well, what if he was only trying to make conversation with you? He

probably didn't think you'd actually go to the airport to look for the umbrella."

Zoe replied, "Making conversation? That's even worse! Why on earth was he trying to make

conversation with me while courting Georgina? Does he think I'm the kind of person who is ready to

come and go at his bidding? Well, I can compromise on this depending on how good-looking the

person is, but someone like him surely isn't up for that, no?"

Leanna touched her eyebrows. You paused for quite some time there, lady.

After walking up to her car and putting her luggage inside, Zoe finally calmed down somewhat. "Oh

well, I'm not gonna argue with him over that. In any case, we'll never have the chance to meet again

from today onward."

Leanna really wanted to tell Zoe from her own experience that the more hastily one jumped to

conclusions, the sooner they'd have to eat their words. Usually, the more you don't want to see a

person, the more often you'll run into them.

After putting in her luggage, Zoe told the movers to just follow her car. Then, she set out for her new

place while humming a tune in a cheery mood.

After a 20-minute drive, they arrived at Zoe's new place, which wasn't very far away since the studio

was nearby. However, in order to avoid Daniel, Zoe had made sure that her new place and his were in

completely opposite directions from the studio.

By the time they were done with the move, it was already well past working hours, so Leanna went

straight back to Crossley Residence.

Ever since the lesson yesterday, she'd made a point of carrying all the important stuff with her before

leaving her room. The things on her desk seemed to be in disarray, but she'd deliberately placed them

this way. If any of these things had been moved, she'd definitely notice it at once.

She glanced around her room upon returning. Seeing that everything was normal, she produced from

her bag a spy camera that she'd purposefully bought today, placing it in a corner that would allow it to

capture the whole room. The camera could be controlled remotely on her cell phone. If anyone were to

enter her room, she'd see whatever they did.

After getting everything done, Leanna took a shower in her bathroom. When she came out, she saw

her phone vibrating on the head of the bed; Aidan's name was flashing on its screen. Sitting on the

edge of her bed, she slowly answered the phone, asking in a businesslike tone, "President Pearson,

what can I do for you at such a late hour?"

Aidan asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm on a date."

Aidan was baffled. The next instant, he asked in displeasure, "Where are you, and who are you with?"

Leaning against the head of the bed, Leanna flipped through a magazine while answering lazily, "How

can I possibly tell you where I am? I'm with a nice-looking young hunk, anyway."

Aidan asked, "How young is he?"

Picking up the note of ridicule in the man's voice, Leanna recalled the screwup last time, which

checked the words on the tip of her tongue for a moment. After a long time, she finally retorted, "He's

younger than you, anyway."

"Are you saying that I'm too old for your liking?"

"Of course not, President Pearson. You're such a charmer, with so many girls scrambling to call you

'hubby'—"

Aidan cut her short, asking, "Are you getting jealous again?"

Leanna was lost for words for a moment. I'm not that insanely jealous as to get jealous over nothing

every single day! I just wanted to take a dig at you, that's all.

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Aidan replied with a chuckle, "I only have one wife."

Leanna was caught off guard by his untypically sensible reply, and her lips curved up involuntarily at

the corners. After a while, she finally asked, "That news story, was it your doing?" She had had it

figured out with the benefit of hindsight: Aidan might've come up with this to stop once and for all the

endless blind dates arranged by his family, which had been a nuisance to him.

Aidan replied, "That photo was nice. If you like it, I can give you the original copy."

Leanna was speechless for a moment. "Thanks, but it's not necessary." The photo taken previously on

the love lock bridge is still lying in my studio right now, she thought. After a moment's silence, she

asked again, "Are you still at your office?"

"Uh-huh," Aidan mumbled, "I've got quite a bit of work to deal with these days."

"Well, in that case…" Leanna bit back the words on the tip of her tongue. Never mind, we'll talk about it

when we're no longer busy. She said, "Go ahead with your work then. I'm going to sleep."

Aidan said, "Is that all?"

Leanna was baffled. "Or what?"

"So many girls are calling me 'hubby.' Aren't you gonna call me that, too?"

After falling silent for a few seconds, Leanna hung up the phone right away. What a thick-skinned

b*stard!

…

Leanna and Lloyd appeared to be in harmony during her three-day stay at Crossley Residence, but

there was a fierce battle going on between them underneath that peaceful facade. Leanna had found

out where Lloyd's study and bedroom were, whereas the latter had been digging into the former's past

in secret, trying to find out who was behind her or to find proof that everything she'd claimed was

bogus.

While both sides were battling each other in secret, The Designer Competition took place as

scheduled. Upon arriving at the venue, Leanna took the seat arranged for her by the competition's

organizers. Since she'd made a bit of a name for herself in the country, many instantly came to say

hello to her.

She spotted Queenie across the crowd from a distance away. This was The Designer Competition,

after all, so it wasn't surprising that the latter would be here to take part in it.

Soon after that, the opening ceremony formally began.

The host of the competition first extended greetings to everyone in French. Cutting right to the chase,

he then introduced the rules of the competition without delay, after which his interpreter stepped

forward and introduced the rules again in Chiojan.

The competition consisted of three rounds: the preliminaries, the semifinals, and the final. Anyone

could take part in the preliminaries, where the organizers would assign a topic on the day before the

start of the competition. Of all the designers taking part in the preliminaries, only ten would enter the

semifinals, after which the organizers would assign ten topics according to the contestants' strengths

and the styles they specialized in. The ten contestants had to draw lots to determine what their topic

would be, but they might end up drawing a topic they weren't good at. This time, only three of them

would enter the final.

Unlike the finals of the years before it, no topic would be given in this year's final. Designers had to

make use of their keen intuition to find out the hidden topic in these rounds of competition and

complete their work then and there, and the organizers would announce the results on the spot.

Aside from the judges, the announcement of such a rule provoked much discussion among the

designers taking part in the competition. Although they were displeased with such arrangements, they

could do nothing about it. Even though the competition had become more difficult, they could tell that

the organizers had raised the standards of the competition.